Robert Wills | Vampire

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✧ Highly intelligent
✧ Leadership
✧ Bold

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Tends to be lazy
✦ Overly sarcastic
✦ Narcistic

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History:

Robert's life has been a long one indeed. Born in the early 1300s in Italy, he was probably born in the worst possible time for the European located countries. The Middle Ages.

Her was unlucky enough to have to work as a laborer through a majority of his life. Working in fields, only focusing on having a good life and moving on to Heaven when he died himself, as were the views of most of peoples lives then. But then something.. unexpected... happened.

Returning home one night, now just entering his late twenties, but looking much older form the stress of the work in his time, Robert found his mother curled up in a blanket behind the small house they shared. When he asked what was wrong, his mother responded with telling him that his father had not come home yet. He became worried, taking a group of other laborers out in a search party.

While searching the woods for his father, the group members bean vanishing one by one until it was just Robert left. Sure enough he was scared from his mind, having no idea what he was about to face. And when a red haired woman jumped on his back an sank her teeth in to his neck, Robert couldn't help but be surprised, falling and soon passing out from blood loss.

And in a sudden shock he woke up to a new life, surrounded by a nest of vampires who had been awaiting their new family member to join them.

Sure, he was scared at first. But anyone in his shoes would be. He had no idea where he was, but all it came down to was that he wasn't in Italy anymore. They had taken him somewhere else. And that was enough to spook him. It took him three days to get over the shock, then another month to fully adapt to his new abilities. And by then they were trying to introduce him to the hunting of humans rather than bringing him blood from their hunts. Robert refused.

When he refused, it wasn't out of willpower or stubbornness, he just did not want to kill people. Humans. He had grown up as a human, and just because he wasn't one now, didn't mean he was going to act like some animal. And so, that's then Robert began to wander.

He wandered and wandered, during the Renascence he began meeting other Vampires, making friends and enemies. And soon after, met an old Vampire by the name of Maria. Maria was the leader of a very small Vampire group by the name of Aeternus Eternus. She told him of how the group sought to have Vampires co-exist with other beings in the world. And so, of course with his still relatively human mindset, Robert asked if he can join in on the fun, as he called it.

Time passed and Robert gradually worked his way up through the ranks of the organization over the course of a good hundred years. By the time he became second in command, the group had moved to the Americas. That turned out to be a bad move on the groups part when Maria was slain by a Native American Chief. Putting Robert in charge. While Robert was still young, he was more sensible than just about every other younger one in the group, and the Elders were there to advice. So, he got to work.

A few years later, the 1600s just setting in to play, Robert made a visit to Puerto Rico, where he met Monqiue, a young Vampire dragging bodies in to a cave. He spoke to her, charming her back in to a calm, less-murderous state. This would prove to be one of the most important moments in Roberts life. This was also where he took on his new name.

The 1800s were a stressful time for Robert, losing members of the nest. But Monique was always there. He fell for her in this time. And later, Monique was his second in command.

Then came the 1900s, a turning point for him. While allowing a request for Vamprisim from a mother and her daughters, a enraged Hunter attacked Robert. Thinking he had killed him, Robert was left to die in a back alley... When someone else found him. A Witch who had a tendency to collect Monsters... called herself Mira.

Robert was neutralized with Dead Mans Blood and bound with magic, taken to Africa and to a place that the inhabitants called "The Crypt". The Crypt was the Witch, Mira's home in a way. A building made to contain monsters in a collection.

Robert was her show piece after a long time, mostly due to the fact that he himself was the oldest part of the collection. Then he met Max, a Skin Walker. He had been a pack leader, much like Robert was with his nest. The two became fast friends and, after two years of meeting with other prisoners of the witches collection, Robert sparked a riot in early 2012. He escaped during the chaos, separated from Max. Now Robert is back in action, and is seeking to take the reigns on his organization once more.




Alias: Revan
How did you find us?: Old Site
Experience: Few years 
Other Characters: Revan, Amanda, Cecil, Jane, Scott, Daphne, Zee, Zera
RP Sample:

So it was here... It was here where Micheal and Lucifer were supposed to wage their holy battle, to decide who would come out on top, which Paradise would be taken. But to no end. Foiled. Foiled by the Winchesters, the Angels left lost and following a false leader. One that was not their true God.

First it was Castiel taking charge of things. And then Castiel slaughtered them in the masses from what she picked up. And now Gabriel, the trickster, the fool, the one who should have stayed dead after Lucifer's blade plunged in to his gut.

But when she said all of these thoughts she never truly meant any hate towards her brothers and sisters. It was, true to the word, impossible to hate them, but if they got in her way she would indeed fight back. and she would indeed kill them.

At first sight, a dark haired woman in a trench coat wearing full black under it with a silver chain and blade hanging from her belt currently in plain view, balancing on a grave stone in a crouch and looking at the ground you wouldn't expect an Angel, unless you knew what an Angel Blade looked like or had been one yourself that is. But none the less, it was there, and it was a marker as to what she was, what she had stayed as when all the other Angels abandoned their true duty. The Apocalypse was God's will, he told her so. Or, at least the "God" that appeared to her did.

A chill blew through the clearing, a owl cooed, and a fox scurried along the ground. While the woman on the grave stone did nothing, she just looked at that same spot on the ground, the same exact spot Lucifer was banished back in to his darkness with Micheal. Where they would be there until someone let them out... Be it Shariel or otherwise. But she, to the full extent of her ability, planned to let them out, to let them complete Gods Will.

With another chill on the wind, Shariel's head perked up and her vivid blue eyes focused ahead of her. She could sense another presence... This could get interesting.


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